Ache and stars

In dreamland, where you remain,

Illusion already made,

White lies, a perfect façade,

With secrets, a flag of beige.

Law of heartbreak, awful pain,

With nails I stitch all the sprains.

But excitement takes over,

Seawater, lucky clover.

Full of surprises you are,

Healing the ache and the scar,

For you come with your guitar,

To offer me every star.

Fülöp Csenge XII. H